I must have missed that episode. Tell me, dear reader, would Carrie Bradshaw and Neo not have the dumbest, most perfectly styled baby of all time? Also, if that ain’t Laurence Fishburne, who the fuck is it? I recognize the White Rabbit.
Stolen from Cat’s blog.
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You want Zen?
You can’t handle Zen, motherfucker.
Whatever you call them, you are wrong.
Whatever they call you, they are wrong.
Now, dear one, tell me: where do you call to? And to whom?
The true call is silent and there is no misunderstanding it
once your ears are tuned to hear it.
channeling the late, lamented and demented Robert Anton Wilson
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What do you people think? Is he going after Cthulhu this time?
It’s just too bloody perfect, you know. The protagonist in The Call of Cthulhu was an aging archaeologist with a reputation for doing things his own way. With his trusty buddy, Inspector Legrasse, he crosses the globe, attempting to puzzle out the mysterious connection between a precious religious artifact, a cannibalistic cult of Louisiana swamp dwellers, and a vicious tribe of Greenland Esquimaux.
Blowing away forever all pretence to cool I may once have possessed, I have re-edited Howard Phillips Lovecraft‘s immortal Gothic tale The Call of Cthulhu, and placed at its heart a certain Midwestern academic who is, himself, no stranger to the strange.
Right-click, Save As:
Indiana Jones and the Call of Cthulhu: complete text by raincoaster
Also: Indy in a hat. Still hawt?
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Well, get a move on.
We have, as of this typing, exactly 29 days before the July 21st release of Harry Potter and the Deathly Cold Hallows, the seventh and allegedly final book in the Hogwartian Mythos Cycle.
Which is, should you be a speedy reader, just enough time to get through all of the previous books, particularly if you read them before. If you read them before but you were drunk, it counts as reading them for the first time, for purposes of scorekeeping in this highly competitive international competition.
And no, watching the movies does not count, especially if you mostly just fast-forwarded and rewound and replayed all the parts with Luscious Lucius Malfoy until the DVD started to burn out on you.
For bonus points, you may also read the purportedly-but-not-confirmedly-false version of HPatDH which was posted on the internet last month. And you may do so here.
So what are you waiting for? Get to work!
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and, I think, comes out the winner. The woman may be batshit insane, but she does look both fabulous and happy. This is what Edgar Alan Poe wanted to grow up to marry or become, I think.
Wrenched from the delicate grasp of the Manolo, who got it from Gala. At some point, Perez Hilton was involved, and that always ups the drama factor.
“This is the best thing to wear for the day, you understand, because I don’t like women in skirts, & the best thing is to wear pantyhose or some pants under a short skirt I think, then you have the pants under the skirt, & then you pull the stockings up over the pants underneath the skirt, & you can always take off the skirt & use it as a cape, so I think this is the best costume for the day. …I have to think these things up, you know? …Mother wanted me to come out in a kimono so we had quite a fight.” — Little Edie
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